Friday, 26 February 2021

Poems and Songs, v. 2012

Hail, Poetry, thou heav’n-born maid!
Thou gildest e’en the pirate’s trade.
Hail, flowing fount of sentiment!
All hail, all hail, divine emollient!

–Gilbert and Sullivan, The Pirates of Penzance
(and yes, they knew they were being over the top)

Continued from version 2011.

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